Tatjana

Tousled thunderous mischief-making clouds

A double rainbow to the west 

Like kids kissing in the crosswalk

Mouths dealing with big new teeth

The barista provided oxygen to me

Says she saw lightning, “Two of them!”

Tatjana, she’s pretty

With daddy’s valet’s nose

And mommy’s interdisciplinarity 

Her arc is on shuffle

Brisk, golden muscles

Smoking hot thighs.

Later that night

All alerts high

All responses elevated

She’s like 

I’m like 

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